interact. Dictionary.com. Dictionary.com Unabridged. Random House, Inc. http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/interact (accessed: June 13, 2012).
I like the division because it emphasizes the "act" part.
The first time a taught an online class with Blackboard I learned a couple of things about interactivity.
First, I had a student that had taken a class from me before. He sat
at the back of the room and never said a word. I noticed that he was
quite active on the discussion board. When I saw him at an art opening I
remarked that he was more active on the discussion board than he had
ever been in the classroom. I asked him why. His response was short. "I
don't like speaking in public."
The second thing I learned
was by accident. I had to be out of town for a conference and I posted
an announcement telling the class that I would have limited access to
the Internet but that they should continue the week's discussion.
My previous pattern of discussion board activity was to check on it
hourly and to "encourage" the students by commenting on every post.
Despite that, the discussion board was a pretty boring place with each
student posting and then replying to my reply.
In fact I never looked at the discussion board while away.
When I returned to town on Sunday I opened the discussion and I was
amazed. Without me constantly posting the students had begun to talk
among themselves. The exchanges were interesting and numerous. Instead
of interacting me with me, the students were interacting amongst
themselves. Lesson learned. Teacher: do not dominate the discussion.
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Thursday, June 21, 2012
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
And so we spoke of the unexamined life
I met today with a a summer general education class. I like gen ed classes. They provide the greatest potential for reaching students. They also present challenges when a goodly number of the seats are occupied by students who have a commitment to a strict path to a degree that satisfies a yearning for money or another life desire.
With first-year students a discussion of what could happen to the in four years' residence. For so many students the first year of college is the thirteenth grade, something they do because a college degree is what comes next. Parents think so, friends are on board, somebody told them that a college degree is worth money in the world of work. Do not overlook the prospect of independence and fun.
Ask about any one of the usual reasons, ask if that is what put them here, and one notices a hesitation, as though the student is thinking about the reason for going to college for the first time. In thinking about the usual answers some students exhibit some embarrassment, as though the list is not impressive and even if it is true the reasons are selfish even by today's youth standards.
I will return
With first-year students a discussion of what could happen to the in four years' residence. For so many students the first year of college is the thirteenth grade, something they do because a college degree is what comes next. Parents think so, friends are on board, somebody told them that a college degree is worth money in the world of work. Do not overlook the prospect of independence and fun.
Ask about any one of the usual reasons, ask if that is what put them here, and one notices a hesitation, as though the student is thinking about the reason for going to college for the first time. In thinking about the usual answers some students exhibit some embarrassment, as though the list is not impressive and even if it is true the reasons are selfish even by today's youth standards.
I will return
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
High School PE Taught Me How To Conjugate Verbs. Sort of.
Eleventh grade. A tough one. Acne. So on. Eleventh grade: English and PE classes and other classes I don't remember at the moment. English class was into verb conjugation. PE class was not into exercise because it was my turn for locker room duty--caged room with baskets to hold student stuff.
So. Back to English. We had a book with lots of examples of conjugations. Each example was presented in two columns, one singulars and one plurals. Hour after hour I stared at all the examples and tried to learn the conjugations. Memorizing all the examples was tough. I would stare, close my eyes and try to remember what the conjugations looked like, and then open my eyes to check. I wrote the examples over and over. I was making progress.
But. Test. An English test over these conjugations was coming up. In fact, on the particular day I am remembering the test was later that day.
While protecting the PE baskets I kept pouring over the illustrations and I knew that I was making progress but I also knew that there was no way I was going to get all of those things perfectly remembered.
I decided to stare at the illustrations, close my eyes and try to say the things. I knew that I would have to write the examples on the test, but I was grasping for anything that might help me remember.
Then I experienced one of those moments of enlightenment, one of those moments that comes close to proving that God exists and that God is just. Sort of. As I said the examples I suddenly realized that what I was saying sounded familiar.
I shout
You shout
He shouts
We shout
Y'all shout*
We shout
Damn. This conjugation thing is just a fancy word for how I talk. Everyday. All the time. I tried it out with other verbs. It worked. I looked at the examples in the book. I said the first person singular (another fancy thing) and then I was able to complete the whole example.
Why did nobody tell me that these things, these conjugated words, were nothing more than everyday chat? I had never heard of Molière, but I must have been as astounded and delighted as Jourdain. Without knowing what I was doing I had been conjugating as far back as I could remember. Amazing.
Gym ends. Returned stuff to students. Ate lunch. Took test. Aced it.
*I was reared in the southern United States. We had the advantage of having a regularly used, distinctive second-person plural pronoun.
So. Back to English. We had a book with lots of examples of conjugations. Each example was presented in two columns, one singulars and one plurals. Hour after hour I stared at all the examples and tried to learn the conjugations. Memorizing all the examples was tough. I would stare, close my eyes and try to remember what the conjugations looked like, and then open my eyes to check. I wrote the examples over and over. I was making progress.
But. Test. An English test over these conjugations was coming up. In fact, on the particular day I am remembering the test was later that day.
While protecting the PE baskets I kept pouring over the illustrations and I knew that I was making progress but I also knew that there was no way I was going to get all of those things perfectly remembered.
I decided to stare at the illustrations, close my eyes and try to say the things. I knew that I would have to write the examples on the test, but I was grasping for anything that might help me remember.
Then I experienced one of those moments of enlightenment, one of those moments that comes close to proving that God exists and that God is just. Sort of. As I said the examples I suddenly realized that what I was saying sounded familiar.
I shout
You shout
He shouts
We shout
Y'all shout*
We shout
Damn. This conjugation thing is just a fancy word for how I talk. Everyday. All the time. I tried it out with other verbs. It worked. I looked at the examples in the book. I said the first person singular (another fancy thing) and then I was able to complete the whole example.
Why did nobody tell me that these things, these conjugated words, were nothing more than everyday chat? I had never heard of Molière, but I must have been as astounded and delighted as Jourdain. Without knowing what I was doing I had been conjugating as far back as I could remember. Amazing.
Gym ends. Returned stuff to students. Ate lunch. Took test. Aced it.
*I was reared in the southern United States. We had the advantage of having a regularly used, distinctive second-person plural pronoun.
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